This oneshot is a fill for the following prompt. @luciferprompts
It was over. Lucifer was staring at the body in the middle of their current crime scene. He knew that it had only been a matter of time until his past came back to haunt him, but he had hoped that he would have had more than a couple of years.
Unfortunately, the marks on the body in front of him were telling a different story. There was no possibility that these were not from them. He knew those marks well, he bore them himself. He had thought that there was no one left in the group, but apparently someone had once again worked sloppily. Someone had royally screwed up, he just hoped that the responsible party was punished accordingly.
But for him, this was it. It had been fun while it lasted, but it was over. His life here was done. There was no way that this wouldnāt end with him having to leave. He should come up with an explanation, but he just couldnāt move.
Lucifer was staring at the body, but he wasnāt seeing it anymore. He was once again trapped in his memories. He didnāt hear Ella stop her preliminary report and look at him. Chloe had turned around as well when Ella just stopped in the middle of her sentence to stare at Lucifer. They were now both trying to get his attention, but his eyes were glazed over, and he wasnāt really there anymore.
This is so awesome! Perfectly written, in character, detailed and inventive! This canāt be your first one! Most people write for years before they manage this!
This oneshot is a fill for the following prompt. @luciferprompts
It was over. Lucifer was staring at the body in the middle of their current crime scene. He knew that it had only been a matter of time until his past came back to haunt him, but he had hoped that he would have had more than a couple of years.
Unfortunately, the marks on the body in front of him were telling a different story. There was no possibility that these were not from them. He knew those marks well, he bore them himself. He had thought that there was no one left in the group, but apparently someone had once again worked sloppily. Someone had royally screwed up, he just hoped that the responsible party was punished accordingly.
But for him, this was it. It had been fun while it lasted, but it was over. His life here was done. There was no way that this wouldn't end with him having to leave. He should come up with an explanation, but he just couldn't move.
Lucifer was staring at the body, but he wasn't seeing it anymore. He was once again trapped in his memories. He didn't hear Ella stop her preliminary report and look at him. Chloe had turned around as well when Ella just stopped in the middle of her sentence to stare at Lucifer. They were now both trying to get his attention, but his eyes were glazed over, and he wasn't really there anymore.
He had been good at his job. No, he had been the best.
He worked the hardest jobs, the ones no one else thought possible, the ones that had been classified as suicidal.
And he always pulled through and accomplished his mission.
The secret service agent named Samael was a myth to most people. There were those people that feared him and those that admired him.
Those who did meet him also told stories about his actions that no one in their right mind would believe, so the myth persisted. People thought that he was immortal and invincible.
He liked his life and he never questioned it, but that all changed.
It was supposed to be one of the easier jobs he had done in his life. That didn't mean that he didn't give his complete attention to it, but it shouldn't have been overly complicated or long.
But apparently someone had been given bad intel. The one thing that you need for a successful mission is a team that doesn't leave you hanging and apparently someone had messed up. What should have been a short recon ended in a bloodbath.
He was ambushed by a large group of mercenaries and even though he was good, he was no miracle worker. They were all well-trained and waiting for him. He didn't stand a chance. That didn't mean that he gave up without a fight. But in the end, he was heavily wounded, bleeding badly and a swinging bat was the last he saw before it went dark.
For the next days all he knew was pain. They had kidnapped him to get intel, however he was trained by the best. He knew all the tricks in the book and outside of it.
He knew the limits of the human body and he knew ways to reach them and break them. Normally, he would have probably been long dead, but by his sheer will he held on.
And when he finally got rescued, no one had thought that he was still alive. The moment the first friendly faces came through the door, he had smiled for the first time in what felt like days, but he later found out that it had been weeks in captivity.
They were all shocked by the amount of damage that had been done to him and when the first trained medic had started to try to patch him up, he had let go.
When he woke up again, he was surprised that he was still alive.
He was in a hospital hooked up to a lot of medical equipment. When he registered that his breathing was being aided by a ventilator and that he couldn't move, he panicked. The moment a nurse entered, attracted by the alarms, he knew that he had missed something.
He had been in a coma for months and no one had thought that he would ever wake up again. But he had once again proven everybody else wrong.
It was a long and harrowing process to get back on his feet. He had to be weaned of the ventilator, he had to start eating again and he needed to build up all his muscles again. They made him see a psychiatrist the moment he could talk again.
After months of physical therapy, he was able to walk out of the hospital on his own two legs. Something everybody called a miracle.
He was debriefed on the situation. During the supposed recovery mission, which had turned into a rescue mission, they had rounded up all the members in the group present at the site. In the following months they had searched and found all other remaining members. And the responsible parties were punished accordingly.
They had told him that he couldn't go back to his former job, because of his injuries, but he knew better.
He was too weak, they were scared he would break under the pressure or that he had already been broken. His scars would never heal. His flashbacks didn't help either.
The agency stood above any government and when he started questioning the authority and the reasoning behind some of the decisions that were being made, they shoved it aside and blamed it on what happened.
When they told him that his new job was to be warden of their prison, he didn't know what to think. After everything that had happened, they were going to punish him like this? But he didn't really have a choice in the matter. So, he went to work.
He learnt very fast, that being warden of a prison island in the middle of the ocean was more work than he anticipated and a lot more hands on than he had thought.
After witnessing what was being done to the prisoners, he asked himself why they decided to let him run this place. He knew how being tortured felt. Did they want him to be more lenient? Less lenient, because he knew what monsters were out there?
Prisoners and personal alike called the prison hell and he had to agree that the name was fitting.
No one could leave this place, few prisoners tried, no one ever succeeded.
During one of the prisoner's escape attempts, he met Maze. She was one of the wardens that helped to contain the prisoners and he liked her attitude.
When he decided to quit his job as the custodian of humanity's scum, he asked Maze to leave with him and she agreed.
He arrived in Los Angeles to start a new life and for that he needed a new identity. That was the moment Lucifer Morningstar was born. He saw the irony in the situation and found it fitting.
He opened a night club, called it Lux and lived his life to the fullest, like he had never done before. He built a reputation for something new. It was fun. But something was still missing.
He found it in Detective Chloe Decker.
He had just sent Delilah off, when he had heard shots and ran outside of his club to find Delilah dead in a hailstorm of bullets. The perpetrator leaving in his car got hit by a bus, so he used the short time to interrogate him and swore to himself that he would find Delilah's killer.
During the following police investigation, he met the detective. She was an enigma and he liked her from the start.
He didn't remember when he became comfortable with using his skills for police work, but at one point they had become partners and friends.
This would probably all end now.
"-cifer! Lucifer! Hey", he came back to himself as Chloe tried to touch him. He flinched away the moment she made contact with his arm. His breathing had become more rapid and when he tried to look at Chloe, all he could see were blurs. After blinking a couple of times, he could make out Chloe's concerned face.
She was still talking to him. "Lucifer, are you okay?", he wanted to laugh at her, because if he didn't, he would probably start crying any second. But he did neither.
"I'm fine", he shook his head once and then tried for his typical smile. It probably fell a mile short by the expression on her face. He didn't want her to be concerned, especially not about him.
He would have to leave her, and that realization hurt more than he would have thought possible. He really liked working with her and he willingly applied his skill set for her. But this was going to be it, at least for him.
Or maybe there still was the possibility of getting this done without dredging up his past, but who was he kidding? They probably already knew about this and had sent somebody to clean it up. He just hoped that the LAPD wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. He had started to like it here and he didn't want any innocent bystanders killed in this feud.
But for that he probably needed to solve this case as fast as possible, and hopefully they could go back to the status quo without them ever knowing about his past.
But how were they going to solve this case without unearthing the whole story? He was pretty sure that was impossible and that his hope was futile. Well, hope lasts eternal, right?
"So, back to the case", Lucifer turned back to Ella, hoping for her to catch up and not ask any more questions. She looked at him and then at Chloe who was still looking at him as if she could figure out what was wrong if she could just stare hard enough.
"Okay...", Ella was feeling the tension in the room, "so, as I said, with my prelim I can't give you a definite COD. We'll have to wait for the autopsy, but I can definitely tell you that he was heavily tortured. It must have been too much for him, poor guy."
Ella was once again looking at the body of the person tied to the chair in the middle of the warehouse. They were standing in one of the larger abandoned buildings close to the docks.
"The deep wounds on his back alone look like they could have killed him. If not that, the blood loss must have already been critical judging by the amount of blood around the body. The marks on his upper torso suggest electroshocks and his fingers look like they have been broken and dislocated. Based on the body temperature, the TOD seems to be between 4 and 6 am this morning. No witnesses."
Chloe had been following Ella's report closely after she had stopped looking at Lucifer. She was back to working the crime scene. "Do we know anything about the victim? Have you found any ID?"
Ella shook her head, "No, no ID. We haven't found a phone or a wallet yet either. The fingerprints are not in the database. So, we have nothing."
Lucifer had a pretty good idea who it was, or at least what his job was, but he wasn't going to tell them. Otherwise he would have to explain why he thought they were investigating the murder of a spy, or someone affiliated with an agency.
"Who found him?", Ella was looking towards one of the uniforms.
"Two of the patrol guys were checking the abandoned warehouses. One is a trainee and the instructor wanted him to affiliate himself with the area while also getting in a training session on how to clear a building. Since these warehouses have been abandoned for so long, he thought it might be a good idea. They found the body and called it in. If they hadn't had been here, nobody probably would have found the body for some time. Lucky, I guess."
"Okay, since we can't work with the identity of the murder victim, we must look elsewhere. He must have had enemies. Someone did this to him on purpose. What were they looking for? Did he have any kind of information they wanted? And what were they doing here? They apparently wanted privacy and didn't want to be overheard or the body to be found", Chloe was thinking out loud.
Lucifer had always admired her way of jumping to the correct conclusions and she seemed to have come as close to the truth as possible with so little information.
"If there is nothing else, let's go back to the precinct and try to figure out our vic's movements in the last couple of days. We might find something on the surveillance cameras in the area. Maybe we'll get lucky and get a shot of our suspects. Thanks Ella!" Chloe was turning around to get back to the car and Lucifer followed her. He just hoped that she wouldn't want to talk about his reaction to the crime scene.
Why was he always hoping for something impossible? Obviously, Chloe tried to ask him again the second they were in the car.
"Hey, what was that back there?"
Lucifer was annoyed at himself that he hadn't taken his own car to the crime scene this morning. If he had had, he wouldn't be stuck in a car with a noisy detective now.
"As I said, I'm fine."
"Sure, then why were you as a white as a ghost?"
Lucifer really didn't want to get into this at that moment, especially not in the car. He needed some time to digest it all and to come up with a reasonable enough explanation that would satisfy the detective and her curiosity. He did what he did best, he tried to divert her attention.
"Oh, I didn't know you payed this close attention to my body. Do you want to see more of it?"
Chloe realized what he was doing, but she had worked with him long enough to know that if he reacted like this there was no way of getting any more information out of him. She respected his decision to not talk about this and rolled her eyes. Her usual reaction when Lucifer made sexual innuendos. She filed the information for later and kept on driving to the precinct.
In the meantime, Lucifer was once again trying to figure out how it had come to this.
The victim had been tortured for some time by the looks of it.
Had he broken and given up whatever the torturers wanted or had his body given out before that happened? And what kind of information did they want?
If this had been a spy, then there was a mission in danger and whoever they worked for would probably get involved.
When Chloe stopped the car, Lucifer realized that they had arrived at the precinct, so before she could ask any more questions he was already getting out of the car.
They had work to do.
Amenadiel was standing in the middle of the precinct. He couldn't believe it. He didn't believe it, but even after blinking a couple of times, Amenadiel was still standing in the precinct and he was wearing a suit.
While Lucifer was still active, Amenadiel had been one of his handlers and even though they always bickered like brothers, they were a very good team and Amenadiel was one of his old colleagues he missed the most.
But he had never worked outside, he had never gotten his hands dirty, so what was he doing here? He was dresses to perfection and he was radiating power. Had they really sent him?
He wasn't sure whether he was happy to see Amenadiel again or angry that they knew where he was and had sent one of the only people that would be able to talk to him.
But in this moment, Amenadiel was starting towards them. How was he going to explain this to Chloe who was still sitting behind him, going through some documents, not having noticed that he had stopped paying attention.
How would Amenadiel play this? Was he going to destroy his life here with one sentence? Or was he going to pretend that they didn't know each other?
Before he could once again panic, Amenadiel had already reached their desk in the precinct.
"Detective Decker?", Chloe looked up and saw a well-dressed dark-skinned guy standing in front of her desk.
"Agent Smith, NSA", the agent said while holding out his hand. Lucifer saw the tight smile on Amenadiel's face. This was the way he was going to do this. He was using the direct approach. It was going to be given to a different agency based on jurisdiction. Probably one of the cleanest ways to get this investigation dropped.
"Hello Agent Smith, what can I do for you?", Chloe took his hand.
"We will be taking over your current case. Since this is a security matter, I will need all your case files and reports. This has already been cleared with your supervisor."
Chloe was raising an eyebrow.
"I haven't heard anything about that. Until then I will be working this case."
She was apparently not giving up without more answers. But in that moment the lieutenant came to her desk.
"As I see Agent Smith has already arrived. Decker, please cooperate with him and give him all your information on our John Doe."
"Yes lieutenant. No problem", Chloe was turning back to her desk to pick up all the files and handed them to Amenadiel.
"There you go. Anything else you need?". Lucifer was puzzled why she hadn't questioned the order further, but he was not going to complain. Maybe this way he could get out of this unscathed. Their investigation was over and he could go on as if nothing had happened.
"Thank you, that will be all. Detective Decker", Amenadiel nodded his head and for the first time turned to Lucifer to acknowledge him. His smile turned a little more tender, "Sam", with that he turned around and left the building. Bloody hell.
Thank you for reading. Sorry for all the angst.
This is my first fanfic ever, itās not beta read, so please be gentle. It was in my drafts for a long time and it took me a while to decide to post this and Iām still not sure about it, but I had told myself that I would post this if Lucifer would get picked up for a season 4, so here you are.
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